Memory Stick
I carry a memory stick
on a string
around my neck
My stick archives
1000 images
1,000,000 words
My stick helps me
remember who I am
who you are
My stick helps me
remember the first time
my child walked, talked
the last time
my grandpa laughed, cried
If I misplace my stick
I may forget
your name, my own
So archive my picture
on your stick
Mention the last time
you saw me laugh, cry
Carry me with you
until you forget
my name, your own
before your life
is but a frozen archive
on someone else’s
memory stick
.
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its really sad to me how man became mechanized wit gadgets all around us.. nice write! tq for sharing.. my gooseberry.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/16/helpless/
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ReplyDeleteSimple and sweet!!
ReplyDeletethis is very good and I enjoyed your closing carry me with you until you forget my name. It is sad and hope this one never happens.
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A great idea, and a wonderful poem!
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I wrote a memory stick poem too!! http://zongrik.wordpress.com/2011/09/17/memory-stick/
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